[ti]solo[/ti]Talking to a Plush is Normal, Right?

Honestly, it was kind of surprising that Abby didn't claim the Freezer Stamp forever ago. Ice was her whole thing in the game! She loved it, adored it, not to mention the freedom the class granted her.

Sliding, skating, sledding around, it made her feel so alive.

It really made the difference back to reality, stuck in her wheelchair, all that stronger. She scanned the kiosk to get the stamp, humming in thought, trying not to let herself get a bit depressed by that thought before rolling herself away from it to let others approach.

"... You wouldn't care if I had a chair, would you?" She spoke to herself, but more appropriately, the huge Bergmite Plush sitting on her lap. She just cradled it close with one arm, sighing softly. "No, you'd just cuddle me all the time anyways. Bless your heart."

Her eyes briefly scanned around the food trucks and carts, seeing all the different lines, smelling all the vast variety of food floating about. It was a little bit overwhelming, but once again she just made a choice and moved for it. Some pizza wouldn't be bad right about now. But then again, some ice cream would be lovely too... Decisions were complicated stuff.

"But... You know, I do miss you." She continued to mumble, smiling down at the Bergmite plush. "I'll see you when the new area comes online, little one. We'll have tons of adventures, just you wait."